Waste paper and ink
--Remember people who don't waste
Spiritual desire
It's just a desire. How can it be reposed
Lyric by scenery
It's just comfort
Write a pile of blood and burn it on paper
It's just kind and never pushes anything
Ordinary hope, guilty pain
Not for melancholy, but for sadness
A light rain fell on the ground
Not crying, but singing
Who says I'm sad? Who says I'm depressed
I was just praising
Sighing is a waste of breath
Why don't you teach me to be more patient
Amorous
It's hatred, not foolishness
Wasteful of paper and ink
It is cherishing, not spoiling.